Biographies Galore: My Own Little Squeak for Attention

 March 3, 2026

   What can we do to advance the stories we want to tell? Plenty. Back in the day, down Mexico way, who did they call to track down the toughest of them all?

Daily Whip Out:

"Diego Avila Rurale Suprema"

   Meanwhile, across the border up on Aravaipa Creek there roamed this strange cat. . .

Daily Revised Whip Out:

"Tom Horn In The Wind"

(there was always something rather windy

about him)

   Some sixty-five years later, across the wide flats (the tortilla ones), the Heatwave Cafe stood and another legend was born.

"When the Queen of Country Swing

 Went Full Outlaw"

Warning: On this one, you might stand clear if you possess gonads.

   Yes, I have all of these mini-biographies I want to do, and perhaps the time will come after December 19 when I will finally have enough time to do them.

"I went to the biography section to find my own book, as first-time authors do, and stared hard at the place it should have been."

—Ian McEwan, What We Can Know

   One more, a couple more paragraphs below that one:

"Or, was it pique at the absence of my own John Clare, my own little squeak for attention."

—Ian McEwan, ibid

“Flattery sits in the parlor, while plain truth is kicked out the door.”

—Old Vaquero Saying